Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
UT,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.